Joker Everyone Loses Their Minds Novels & Stories

Then, I glared at Rowan, Marcus, and Flint one by one. I remembered the stunt each one of them pulled when they married their wives. They all laughed at the remembrance. Rowan sputtered and spilled his coffee. It splashed on his gold-rimmed glasses that he placed on the table. “I told you Charles won’t buy it,” Marcus said when their merriment died down. “D*mn right. I don’t. You know as well as anyone else how it feels to lose your woman. I don’t want Jenna to change her mind later.”

"I'm a patient man. Ask anyone who has worked with me." She almost smiled. "Your contractors, you mean." "My contractors love me." "Your contractors have a support group." He laughed — a real one, unguarded, and it changed his whole face. She had forgotten that about him. The way his laughter arrived without warning and filled whatever room it was in.

"It's all fake! You made this up! Why are you trying to ruin me? Where on earth did you get this recording, Mabel?" Peter was worried that Vivian would end up with a murder charge, so he struck her right on the back of the head, causing her to collapse heavily to the ground and lose consciousness. Meanwhile, Brandon had completely checked out, just standing there on the spot without moving an inch.

Standing in the middle of the carnage, I suddenly felt a wave of numbness wash over me. Whatever. He cheated. It happened. The damage was done, and it couldn't possibly get any more humiliating than this. As long as nobody died, I'd eventually turn the page and start over. The thought actually helped me calm down. At the end of the day, Reynolds was just a man. If he were dirty, I would just throw him away. It was no different from taking out the trash. There was no point analyzing how he'd rotted. Rotten was rotten.

Zach, do you think I'm going crazy? At that moment, Zach's voice rang out, "If you're that miserable, then you should move out."

I stared at the man in the wheelchair for a tense moment before a defiant smile crept onto my face. Fine! He wants me to play? I’ll play! “Alright,let’s play!”I announced. My voice was loud and firm and they all stopped laughing. “The loser drinks?That’s fucking lame.Let’s do something more exciting.How about the loser removed a piece of clothing with every lost?We keep going until…well…we’re left with nothing else to remove.Stark naked!” The suggestion stunned the crowd, yet they buzzed with anticipation.

Maybe it was my outburst or my anger but I throw away a glass full of water on the floor so that they can hear it and stop. And the magic happened They did stop but their face was not in good condition, blood was dripping from Mr Jensen's lower lip and Mr steward? His eyes were red and bloodshot. "Are you guys insane? Look now your joker's faces will be covered in the newspaper tomorrow," I giggled. I felt Mr Jensen getting tense when he saw all the cameras flashing on his face. So he did what was not expected from him! He proved again that he is a jerk and cannot ever attain himself as a human being.

Josh, on the other hand, just watches me with a creepy intensity, his eyes lingering uncomfortably on my chest. After the pleasantries, we start our set match against them. Maybe it’s my frustration from last night’s conversation with Cassian, but I channel all my energy into the game. My dad and I end up winning, and he is proud of me and our victory helps lift my sour mood. We attract an audience, much like the yesterday, and I notice Cassian among them. It’s a relief that I didn’t spot him during the match; otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to concentrate. Even now, seeing him watch me is stirring so many emotions.

Lorenzo strolls up looking excited as he punches a rogue knocking him to the ground. "It is a good day to kill",he yells a battle cry and attacks as his men follow. I shake my head as two jump at me but I side step and they fall face first into the dirt. "I bet that hurt",I mock them as they struggle to get up. They are dirty and most probably don't know what day it is. "Joker is here!",is yelled. "In pieces",I add as they scream and launch at me. Jason slams one to the ground and stands but before I can scream to watch out a knife goes in his side and he grunts as he kicks the man away.

When I open them, Luke is still watching me, waiting. "I need to get my bags," I whisper into the phone. "Luke will take care of everything. Just come to me." This man has always been able to turn my rational mind into chaos. He makes me forget who I am, forget what I want, forget every promise I've made to myself. I hand the phone back to Luke without another word and follow him toward the Range Rover. My legs feel like they're made of water, but I keep walking. I'm such an idiot.